Fifth floor of the boat.
When Shi Xiaole arrived, out of the twenty-eight Void Origin Realm Martial Emperors, a full eighteen had died.
Of the remaining ten, six were Earthly Realm Martial Emperors and four were Human Realm Martial Emperors. Apart from Zhan Liye, the other three Human Realm Martial Emperors had reached the end of their tether, about to die amidst the encirclent of the Ferrying Warriors.
"Ten Sword Emperor, save !"
"Please, Ten Sword Emperor, take action!"
Those three, upon seeing Shi Xiaole, cried out as if they’d seen their savior, calling out with reckless abandon.
There were only ten Ferrying Warriors on the fifth level, but their overwhelming strength was too much to handle, as each one possessed top Earthly Realm strength. Had Shi Xiaole arrived even a mont later, it is feared that Zhan Renxiong and the others would not have lasted much longer.
Without so much as a glance, Shi Xiaole’s sword finger lightly tapped.
With a thud!
A simultaneous crash, ten top Earthly Realm Ferrying Warriors were sent flying all at once, taking a long ti to get back up. This world-shocking sword technique left everyone stupefied.
A man dressed in black, embroidered with a crow at the front, swallowed hard. He was the leader of the Cold Crow Association, the Cold Crow Ancestor.
Having lived for many years, the Cold Crow Ancestor was seeing soone like Shi Xiaole for the first ti. This made him look forward to the outside Martial World even more, wondering if there were many young people of the sa caliber as Shi Xiaole, and just how strong those true experts would be.
In that mont of distraction, the ten Ferrying Warriors charged again. However, they could not withstand a casual flick of Shi Xiaole’s finger and were flung away like trash.
Red Stan Fragrance Queen was a mature woman, adorned with red eyeshadow, full of allure. She looked at the corpses of her companions on the ground, marveling at the capriciousness of fate.
The Ferrying Warriors, who had brought despair to everyone, were so easily defeated by another’s hand. If only those on the ground had persisted a mont longer, perhaps they would not have died.
Unnoticed, the Red Stan Fragrance Queen quietly moved closer to Shi Xiaole. Won admire the strong, especially here on the Color Crossing Ship, where only Shi Xiaole could provide her a sense of security.
"Junior Brother Shi, what about those Ferrying Warriors behind us?"
Zhan Liye suddenly asked. After so long, it made no sense that those Ferrying Warriors hadn’t charged up.
Everyone then rembered this matter, all looking at Shi Xiaole with curiosity.
Shi Xiaole said offhandedly, "They’re dead."
"Ah?"
"The Ferrying Warriors are dead?"
People looked at each other in confusion.
The Red Stan Fragrance Queen covered her mouth with her hand in an exaggerated manner, affecting a girlish deanor as she exclaid in astonishnt, "Young Master Shi, it can’t be that you killed them all, can it? How are you so powerful!"
This was not all pretense. Before this, everyone had experienced the difficulty of the Ferrying Warriors and had no way of dealing with them. The Red Stan Fragrance Queen couldn’t fathom how Shi Xiaole had managed to kill them.
The Cold Crow Ancestor laughed heartily, "I originally thought that this action of seizing the ship had a nine in ten chance of death, with little hope of success. It seems I worried too much. With Young Hero Shi here, what could possibly trouble us."
People looked at the Cold Crow Ancestor strangely. As the leader of the Cold Crow Association, the old man was known for his perverse character. Back when he ruled over the Colorless Realm, he never flattered anyone, yet now, he was shalessly flattering Shi Xiaole to his face, seemingly without any concern for his dignity.
However, once they rembered Shi Xiaole’s strength, everyone felt it made sense. Now everyone’s lives were in his hands. To put it unpleasantly, if Shi Xiaole wanted them dead, it’s likely no one could escape.
Thud, thud, thud.
Just as everyone was about to ascend to the sixth floor, a leisurely sound of footsteps ca from the wooden stairs ahead, as an old figure in a moon-white robe descended from the sixth level.
"Eh, so many people are still alive, interesting."
The old figure’s gaze wandered around, lingering especially long on Shi Xiaole, his mouth slowly curling into a aningful smile.
Everyone despised his previous underhanded trick, but seeing him so confident and having co down from the sixth level, they couldn’t help but entertain a shocking thought.
The Cold Crow Ancestor asked, "Old fellow, where are the Ferrying Warriors from upstairs?"
The old fellow laughed, "Fools. If I could co down safely, don’t you think that question is superfluous?"
"You, you’ve gained control of the Color Crossing Ship?"
Zhan Renxiong’s face changed drastically because he noticed that, after the old fellow appeared, all ten Ferrying Warriors on the fifth level looked steadfastly at him, as if servants beholding their master.
The old fellow laughed without answering.
One of the Earthly Realm Martial Emperors quickly said, "Congratulations to the Sky Alliance Leader, congratulations! We all belong to the Colorless Realm, and it’s thanks to you that we could successfully seize the ship."
"Indeed, the Sky Alliance Leader is truly exceptional, demonstrating extraordinary prowess with every move."
"On this journey, we’ll need to rely on the Sky Alliance Leader’s care even more."
Many began to flatter the old fellow, yet their gazes fell on the Ferrying Warriors who descended from the sixth level—there were eight of them, each with an aura not inferior to the old fellow’s!
What did this an? It ant that on the old fellow’s side, there were nine top-notch Heaven Realm Martial Emperors. With such a line-up, all of them together couldn’t stand in his way.
Even Shi Xiaole wouldn’t be able to handle it. He might defeat one old fellow, perhaps even fend off two, but what about three, four, five...?
Having gained control of the Ferrying Warriors, the old fellow had now beco the undisputed sovereign of the Color Crossing Ship. Nobody dared to offend him, as with his temperant the only outco would be a dead end.
The old fellow threw back his head and laughed uncontrollably, the disdain, scorn, and triumph in his laughter gratingly loud. Yet, those who flattered him dared not show the slightest dissatisfaction.
In the past, although the old fellow ruled over the Colorless Realm, his word was not law, and escape was possible if one couldn’t overpower him. But now, no one had the guts to offend him.
Escape? Could you escape from the Color Crossing Ship?
"You are very wise, but so people seem not to be quite so smart," the old fellow said, his eyes gleaming with amusent.
Even with his skill, he had almost t his end on the sixth level. Fortunately, the Color Crossing Command had ended up not far from the wooden steps more than three hundred years ago during a previous ship-seizing battle. This ti, he went up, acted swiftly to seize it, and thus smoothly obtained and controlled the Ferrying Warriors.
One might say, even the heavens were helping him. What reason did he have not to feel triumphant? Talent, insight, and the luck of the draw were what mattered most.
"Boy, I’ve always valued talent. Hand over your fad sword and voluntarily break both of your arms, and perhaps I might spare you," the old fellow said, staring directly at Shi Xiaole as a hunter would gaze upon their prey.
The Red Stan Fragrance Queen, standing not far from Shi Xiaole, felt her heart racing with sorrow for him. She knew that once the old fellow gained power, this young man would be the first to suffer.
She wondered what he would choose: a desperate fight to the death, or submissive surrender? But frankly, the outco of surrender wouldn’t be much better.
Those who had previously been ready to flatter Shi Xiaole now kept their distance, fearing to be implicated. In their eyes, Shi Xiaole was at a dead end, no longer of any value.
Only Zhan Liye and his son appeared hesitant, but then their expressions hardened and, disregarding others’ astonished looks, they moved to stand beside Shi Xiaole. The Red Stan Fragrance Queen wanted to move her feet, but upon seeing Shi Xiaole’s calm expression, for so reason she found herself unable to take a step.
"Suzerain Zhan, Senior Brother, you don’t need to do this," Shi Xiaole said.
Zhan Renxiong looked at him and said slowly, word for word, "Since you call Suzerain, I, Zhan Renxiong, will not stand by and watch you be bullied. Xiaole, you are a disciple of the Ten Sword Sect, after all."
Zhan Liye didn’t say anything, but his actions spoke volus.
"Good."
Seeing the death-defying resolve on the faces of Zhan Liye and his son, Shi Xiaole couldn’t help but smile. Then he turned to the old fellow, his gaze sharp as a sword, "Old thing, it’s you who should take your own life, otherwise I’m going to make your death a very ugly one."
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